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I look over at Lara, who stands frozen, her face a ghostly shade of white. “Lara, what’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Bella walks over and takes her hand. “Is it because you’re scared of your dad?”
Lara swallows before gripping the back of the sofa with her free hand for support.
“Your dad?” I frown, looking between Lara and Bella.
“I don’t have a dad,” Lara chokes out, making Bella frown in confusion.
“Sure, you do. He’s right there.” She points at the Boss Man on the screen, and Lara’s face falls in defeat.
Wilder and Crew take a step away from her, making me want to smack them upside the head.
“Lara?” I move closer to her. She looks at me with tears in her eyes. “Is it true?”
She nods. “But he isn’t just my father.” She glances at Salem and bites her lip. “He’s yours too.”
The room goes deathly quiet. Even the kids are silent.
“You’re my sister?” Salem whispers, and Lara nods. Tears stream down Salem’s face. But before she can do anything else, the guys are in front of her.
“Then I guess the question is, are you here to help us or hurt us?” Wilder growls, and something tells me he’s talking about more than Apex.
She lets go of Bella’s hand and crosses her arms over her chest. “I would never do anything to hurt these kids.”
I notice she didn’t say she wouldn’t hurt us adults, though. But I keep my mouth shut.
“Yeah, and why should we believe you?” Crew huffs.
“Because I’m one of these kids.”
“Lara, how old are you?” Zig asks quietly as she swipes a tear from her cheek.
Her eyes slip closed before she whispers, “Seventeen.”
Wilder and Crew back up farther, but now their expression doesn’t show anger, just guilt. And suddenly, everything’s just become a whole lot more fucked up.
